Ross wanted to know what it was like, and so he asked--and she told him.
'It's like being taken out on a gold thread, and then coming back,' she'd said.
'Rising to the stars?'
'Let's do it,' she'd continued. 'Let's, then I'll tell you. As we go along, I'll tell you, Ross. Give a commentary. Would you like that?'
And she was going to, too! She wasn't kidding.
'I dunno...' He had said he didn't know!
So she said, 'I'd like to fuck you. You'd like to fuck me. Let's have fun, Ross. Lots of fun. So you'll use me and I'll use you. What's wrong with any of that?'
It's free pussy, stupid! She'd like to have said that, and out loud too. But didn't. Resisted. Best not, right?
'I dunno. Christ...You're so young...Hell, you're amazing...You sure you want to do this?'
She'd felt, Oh Gawd...! But went on, anyway, said, 'I've wanted to all evening. But if you're feeling uncomfortable...Too many things in your way...'
Like being an idiot! But she didn't say this... Said, instead, 'You know, a lot of people can't handle it... It's okay. I don't mind. It's okay, Ross.'
She'd then patted his hand, like he was a child.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
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